A few years ago I was in a London pub on a Friday night and wound up talking to Kiera. She was dressed well, classic black number, gold ear rings and a delicate necklace that subtly drew the attention down. She had a great figure, full and curvy, and was a little older than me which was a nice surprise. I’d always had a thing for older women but never really got the chance to talk to them.

My friends had moved on to the next bar so we were left alone. The conversation was fun. She was eloquent and witty, and things were getting a little bit flirty. She explained she was visiting for work, asked me what the dating scene was like in london and wanted fun stories about nights out.

We’d been sharing a bottle of Malbec and carefully inching closer to each other as the night meandered on, and it was only when she went to pay that I noticed a flash of silver on her left ring finger.

“Is that a wedding ring?” I asked, slightly shocked.

“It is,” she replied with a hint of a smile.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you were married. I hope I haven’t been inappropriate at all.”

Her smile widened, “not at all. My husband doesn’t mind. In fact, he’d encourage you to be more inappropriate.”

She went on to explain that she was a hotwife, her husband was a cuck and that she’d come out tonight hoping to meet someone like me. Business trips like this were the perfect chance to meet guys and her husband loved hearing her stories when she came back.

Through it all I felt myself getting more and more turned on and she could definitely see it on my face. After she finished she placed her hand on my thigh and said slowly, “so, how do you feel about all that.”

“Well,” I composed myself as her hand inched upwards. “I think I’d like to know where your hotel is.”

She took one final sip of wine and replied, “It’s just round the corner. What a coincidence.”

I took her hand as we walked to the hotel and we kissed the moment the elevator doors closed. It started slow but quickly got hot and heavy as I pushed her back against the wall. This continued as soon as we got into her room.

She elegantly stepped out out of her dress to reveal those incredible curves and tanned olive skin, as well as a set of black, lace lingerie. I placed my hands on her hips as I pulled her close, tracing the lines of her body as the kissing became harder and more passionate. She unbuttoned my shirt and moved her mouth down my body, working from my chest to my abs, before moving her hands to my belt.

I was already growing hard and she could see and feel me through my jeans. She pulled them down to reveal the outline of my cock and moved in close so I could feel her warm breath through the fabric. Then slowly she slipped off my boxers and let my cock bounce free.

As she took me in her mouth I know I was in for something special. She sucked cock like someone who was born to do it, starting slowly, licking and kissing the tip as she stroked me, before properly wrapping her lips around me. As she sucked harder she swirled her tongue around the tip. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her deeper until she started to gag and choke, before pulling her up and kissing her hard.

We moved to the bed and I slipped her out of the rest of her clothes, my hands exploring every inch of her. I teased her with the tip of my fingers, sliding two inside her before moving up to her clit and starting to rub and circle. She was dripping wet and I knew I had to have her straight away.

I pressed the tip of my cock inside her, covering it with her wetness, before pressing it into her clit to tease her that tiny bit more. Then, looking straight into her big, brown eyes, I slid inside her. The first sensation of a married pussy was pure ecstasy. I’d never felt anything better. She could see it written across my face as I got deeper and deeper, stretching her around me.

She was perfectly tight and wet, but the feeling of being inside someone else’s wife, of having her in that moment, took things to the next level. It was so primal and carnal, both of us completely giving into lust and desire. It unleashed something in me that was just raw passion.

I started to stroke, quickly picking up the pace and pounding her hard and deep. She gripped my back and the feeling of the cold metal of her wedding ring on my skin pushed me even harder. A physical reminder of the fact I was fucking someone else’s wife, how taboo this was, but how good it felt.

I pressed her down into the sheets and fucked so hard the bed started to shake. I picked her legs up over my shoulders so I could get even deeper, the curve of my cock brushing her g spot, sending shivers through her gorgeous body as we got closer and closer together, until with a long moan of “fuck”, I came, and that feeling pushed her over the edge too until both of us were almost screaming.

That was my first hotwife experience and was truly unforgettable. I stayed for the rest of the night and we took some pictures for her husband to enjoy. I saw Keira regularly after that when she was in London. Sadly she has moved further away now, but she certainly left a lasting impression on me.